8/18/2015

We'd been having a sleepover and decided to make it a Monty Python's night. "She should be exposed to quality comedy," my sister and I agreed.

We were supposed to be watching Monty Python's Life of Brian, and while we'd anticipated several instances in which "ear muffs" and the the covering of eyes would be necessary, we hadn't anticipated the sight we'd been exposed to.

"There are only two of us who live here," my sister said flatly, "and I know that I wasn't watching porn on the game console."

Though it was only on the screen for a matter of seconds, the damage had been done.

Porn.

We'd accidentally shown her porn.

I laughed so hard that I began to cry.

"This is traumatizing!" my brother-in-law exclaimed.

"No," I corrected him, "it is beautiful. And I will tell this story at her wedding."

In reality, my step-niece had no idea what she saw. Her reaction was based entirely on the shock we were displaying at the time. "She's nine now," I told her father. "Based on kids today, this is probably all old hat to her." For some reason, he did not take solace in this statement.